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"Grandpa Di, how is the poison on my body?"

With a hint of worry hidden in his eyes, Xie Yuan softly asked the old man who was taking his pulse.

"Congratulations, young master, most of the poison in your body has been relieved."

The old man withdrew his hand, stroked his gray beard as usual, and replied very kindly.

Di Jiang is worthy of his reputation as a medical fairy, and his medical skills are very good. In the past two years, the antidote he prepared for Xie Yuan became more and more effective every time, but this method of fighting poison with poison is not a long-term solution after all. The toxins are accumulating more and more, and sooner or later the body will be unable to bear it and will explode completely.

The wind whistled outside the window, the door frame slammed from time to time, and while the candle was flickering, Xie Yuan silently lowered his eyes, "I don't know what's going on, recently I always feel stuffy in my heart, and sometimes I can't breathe."

Speaking of this, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was astringent: "Do you think I won't be able to wake up one day?"

The old man was a little silent.

The medicines he used were all strong aphrodisiacs, and he was not sure about the side effects.

The boy's soft voice came from next to his ear: "It's fine to die, I feel disgusted every time I look at such a mutilated body."

"Young master, don't say that."

Hearing the intention of seeking death expressed in Xie Yuan's words, Di Jiang was shocked and made a trembling sound.

The boy raised his head and smiled without emotion, "Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid."

How could he be willing to die without repaying his pain to his master.

***

With the treasure map given by Yin Ruoyu, Chen Heng has been continuously recruiting troops in the past two years, and the power of the Blood Palace in the world has also grown, almost to the point of being frightening.He methodically expanded the territory of the Devil's Cult, and under his leadership, the Blood Palace reached unprecedented heights.

Maybe it was because the methods of the Blood Nether Palace were too brutal and bloody, the decent middle-aged people who had been suppressed all this time began to unite and discuss plans to eliminate demons.

Of course Chen Heng knew their plan, but he was always conceited and didn't pay attention to those little guys at all.

What he is most concerned about now is the antidote for Meigu.

Xie Yuan and Bai Qing are already seventeen this year, and in another year, his obsession is about to flare up.

In the past two years, Chen Heng has been shutting himself in the study, studying medical books every day, seeing that the antidote is about to be developed, but he missed the last medicine.

To say that this last blind medicine is not a rare herb, but for him, it is something that cannot be found.

It is said that the reason why the founder of Rakshamen invented the perverted poison of obscenity was to punish the heartless person who abandoned him. This poison has inherited his resentment and curse. If you want to dissolve it, you need to love him sincerely The brains and blood of people are used as medicine.

Of course, legends are legends after all, and no one knows if they are true.

Chen Heng can't wait that long, he will be poisoned in one year, he doesn't want to end up like Xiao Wulin.

Therefore, regardless of whether the legend is true or not, he has to give it a try.

Three days later, the news spread that the leader of the Demon Cult was dying, and the disciples of the Demon Cult came to see him one after another, but Chen Heng didn't see them all, so they invited Bai Qing into the house alone.

As soon as Bai Qing entered the room, he flung himself on the head of the man's bed. Looking at the man who used to be radiant, he lay listlessly on the bed. His face was pale, his pupils were gray, and tears welled up in the boy's eyes. Coming up, he called out tremblingly, "Master, how are you doing?"

"I am fine."

Chen Heng deliberately used internal force to suppress several large acupoints around his body, creating the illusion that he was about to die soon. Facing the worried and frightened eyes of the young man, he pulled his pale and broken lips, and comforted him in a hoarse voice.

Biting her lips and shaking her head vigorously, tears wet her cheeks unknowingly, Bai Qing buried her face in the man's neck, and cried out in a crying voice: "You were fine a few days ago, it's only been a few days, you How did it become like this?"

Chen Heng shrunk his neck subconsciously, and the young man's scorching tears splashed on his skin. It felt strange, as if the remaining warmth of the tears could be conveyed to the bottom of his heart along the veins of his body.

Abandoning the strange feeling in his heart, the man feigned difficulty and raised his hand to caress Bai Qing's black hair, his voice became softer and softer: "Don't cry."

Bai Qing didn't raise his face, as if doing so would not let the man know that he was crying.

He sniffled and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, promise me that you will live a good life." After a pause, he hugged the man's waist and said in a hoarse voice, "You said that I would greet you in a beautiful manner after waiting for me." It's been a year since I passed the door, and the master can't count what he says."

Of course, Chen Heng will not forget such an important matter, he also wants to appreciate Bai Qing's pained appearance at that time.

But now, Chen Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the fleeting gleam in his eyes, he stopped stroking his white hair, "I must live a long, long life as a teacher, so that I can live a long life with me." Qing'er will always be together."

When talking about the nasty words, Chen Heng had no expression on his face, but his voice softened, "Qing'er, this disease I got is very strange, only you can save me."

Bai Qing raised his face abruptly, opened his tear-soaked eyes wide, "As long as I can save Master, I can do whatever I want."

"Is anything really possible?"

Chen Heng's face was still pale, but there was a sweet and bewitching aura in his eyes. He stretched out his white index finger without a trace of blood, slid down Bai Qing's collarbone, and finally stopped at his heart. .

Bai Qing was at a loss for his ambiguous behavior, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he swallowed, "Well, anything is fine."

After hearing this, Chen Heng smiled slightly.

"Good boy." Touching the boy's heart lightly with his fingertips, Chen Heng said meaningfully: "What if I want your life?"

A moment of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, Bai Qing's lips parted slightly, "As long as I can save my master, this disciple is willing to die for my master."

Willing to die for him.

It seems that Bai Qing really likes him.

Chen Heng smiled with satisfaction, "As a teacher, I really didn't hurt you for nothing."

***

The young man lay on his back on the big soft bed, the clothes on his chest were opened, and the coolness of late autumn hit, tiny particles gradually floated on his snow-white skin.

Chen Heng glanced at Bai Qing, holding a sharp dagger firmly in his hand.

"Don't be afraid, Renren will pass."

"Ah."

Bai Qing nodded, with no fear in his eyes.

He's just a little nervous.

Chen Heng had roasted the knife on the fire in advance and sterilized it in advance. At this moment, the silver-white blade in his hand exuded a trace of cold air, which looked a bit permeable under the moonlight.He slowly walked towards Bai Qing on the bed, and when he got close, he pointed the blade at Bai Qing's heart, "It might hurt a little."

"Although the master cuts the knife, the disciple can bear it."

After all, Bai Qing slowly closed his eyes.

Chen Heng was also polite, raised the knife in his hand, and slammed the dagger in.

"Oh!" A muffled groan that contained pain escaped from the boy's mouth.

The man was too busy receiving blood, and ignored him. After a while, the air was filled with a sticky smell of blood.

Due to excessive blood loss, Bai Qing's face was as pale as paper, and he felt dizzy in his mind. He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the man, but he was caught off guard by his cold gaze.He was startled for a moment, then blinked subconsciously, and when he opened it again, he saw the familiar gentle smile from the master again.

It must have been an illusion just now.

How could the master look at him with cold eyes like looking at a stranger.

Thinking of this, he forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Master, is the blood...enough?"

Chen Heng glanced at the blood in the bowl, and said softly to Bai Qing, "Enough."

After bandaging Bai Qing's wound and tucking in the quilt, the man gently told him to rest on the bed. Bai Qing was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, so he nodded in a daze and said hello .

When Bai Qing fell asleep on his bed, Chen Heng turned around and left the room without hesitation, holding the half bowl of blood.

What he didn't know was that not long after he left, a figure slipped in quietly.

Xie Yuan landed on the side of the bed silently, staring fixedly at Bai Qing who was falling into a coma, his pitch-black eyes were darker than the night, and there were countless dark surges gathered in them.Bai Qing had fainted early in the morning due to excessive blood loss, so he didn't know that the danger was approaching quietly.

This is a good opportunity.

Xie Yuan stood by the bed and watched for a while, and finally couldn't help stretching out his hand towards Bai Qing...

At the same time, as soon as Chen Heng got the last pair of medicine primers, he couldn't wait to come to the pharmacy, opened the secret cabinet on the table, and took out a wooden box carved with complicated patterns.He took out a crystal clear glazed porcelain bottle from the wooden box and poured fresh blood into it. Finally, he shook the bottle slightly to mix the liquid medicine with the blood.

When he felt that it was almost done, he opened the cork and poured it into his stomach without hesitation, seeing the choking smell of blood.

After taking the antidote, Chen Heng was not in a hurry to go back to his room, but waited in the pharmacy for a while.A mark in the shape of a plum blossom will appear on the shoulder of a person who has been hit by the charm. He just wants to see if the mark will disappear, to determine whether the antidote is effective or not.

However, to his disappointment, the plum blossom did not completely disappear, and the last two petals remained on his shoulder.

Why is this happening?

Chen Heng was stunned for a moment.

He had already prepared for failure in advance, but he did not expect to encounter such a situation.The antidote he prepared was carefully developed by him over the years, and there was absolutely no possibility of mistakes, except that Bai Qing's painstaking efforts were not within his expected range.

Could it be that Bai Qing doesn't love him?

Impossible, Chen Heng quickly denied this guess, because if Bai Qing didn't love him, there would be no less imprint of plum blossoms.

Just as Chen Heng was getting absorbed in his thoughts, a sharp pain suddenly came from his heart.